" I am sitting on a bench in the church of the Augustinian nuns’ monastery, with the scene unfolding just a few meters in front of me1 . Leaning against the altar, now shrouded in a thick cloak of a starry sky, the image seems to rise from the floor while simultaneously gliding from the vault, embodying round simplicity. Like that of all the characters in the nativity scene, my gaze is naturally drawn to its fulcrum: a manger, that in a few hours will host the little body of a newborn baby. Thus, through our shared gaze, I imperceptibly become a character within that crib. The image precedes the thought. "
